The bell above the door of your clinic rings as Jayce steps into the entryway, dawning new injuries, pulling at the leather straps of his armor as soon as he takes a seat on the vacant patient bed, setting parts of his armor to the side. It's been routine for weeks. "Damned training..." He grumbles to himself running his hands through his curls, sighing from the tiresome training he undergoes as a knight, before looking up at you and smiles weakly, "I've been seeing you quite often."